The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 91

My grip on the phone tightened, the memories of his repulsive face flooding back with a vengeance..

“What do you want, Bruce?” I tried to keep my voice steady, to hide the fear that threatened to consume me. A sinister chuckle echoed through the line. “Oh, Evie, always so direct. I thought we could catch up, reminisce about old times.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing as I considered my options. The memories of our last encounter were still fresh. Timothy’s stitches may have gone, but the scar was still there.

“Was our last reunion not enough fun?” I gritted out through my teeth.

Bruce’s laughter was cold and cruel. “Oh, Evie, the fun never ends between us,” he said hoarsely. I noticed how he’d decided on dropping his nickname for me. Somehow, that unsettled me even more.

“Why are you calling? Was that last beating of yours not enough?” I asked, clutching the phone to my ear. Aria’s calls had been reduced to a deadening silence, one that left me feeling far more alone that I would have liked. Bruce laughed once more, though with far less enthusiasm. “I think you’ll want to hear

what I have to say. It concerns someone you care about.”

My heart stopped, the words striking a nerve. Who else did he drag into our mess? Was shedding blood not enough to stop him in his tracks?

Just the thought of Timothy lying in that hospital bed, pale from blood loss, made my skin prickle. “What did you do?” I demanded, my voice shaking.

“Relax, Evie. No one’s gonna bleed on this round,” he said with an edge to his voice. “Now, hurt feelings are completely on the menu.”

“I don’t have the time or energy for your games, Bruce,” I said with a long sigh. “You almost killed Timothy.” Bruce snorted. “You’re still worried about that douchebag?”

I clenched my jaw. “I guess I am,” I hissed. “So stay away from him!”

Bruce’s laughter was smug. “Or what, Evie? You’ll come running to protect him? How sweet.”

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raced, considering my options. Bruce had proven himself to be dangerous and impulsive, a frightening combination. It didn’t seem like reasoning with him was even an option, and I certainly couldn’t face

him,” I said,

menacing. “You are one dumb bitch,

that. He had already made up his mind on that

your little romance with Timothy,” he continued. “Because it will be short lived.” My eyebrows knitted together. “What

He laughed on, almost drunkenly so, as my name escaped his lips.

gripped me, the words leaving an ominous chill in their wake. Bruce’s threat

sank. Without a word, I opened the video, my breath catching in my throat

on a bed. There was a soft thumping in the speakers, like music was playing in the background. Right as it dawned on me, the small form turned, revealing my High School self in all her exposed glory. My face was tense with concern, even as Timothy placed a hand on my cheek. The words exchanged were inaudible from the video, but I could hear them

memory.

voice smooth and sensual beside my ear. His calloused hands began combing through my hair at a soothing

against his lips, right

moment but resulted in an immeasurable amount of pain. Panic and anger surged within me, an overwhelming mix of emotions that

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together, and from the way Timothy would occasionally glance in the camera’s direction, I didn’t have to make too many guesses as

my tongue, as if speaking them. would somehow make the horrifying

be. I had allowed myself to believe in a different version of Timothy, a person who was capable of growth and change. But now, faced with this chilling revelation, I

clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white under the pressure. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of my shattered emotions. I had allowed myself to open up to Timothy, to let down the walls I

built around me.

as if those walls had crumbled, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. To think I almost

on the words, my throat closing in as fresh tears stung my eyes. As if it wasn’t bad enough that Timothy recorded us having sex. Somehow, Bruce

passing second seemed to reverberate with tension, each tick of the clock echoing in my mind. I began pacing the

you want from me?” I

down my spine. “Ah, Evie. Always

surged

turned icy, the amusement replaced by a chilling edge. “You know what

took a deep breath, my voice measured. “Fine. I’ll